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This story was based off a old RP I use to run on my own forum before it went up in flames. I built its world, laws and so on. A friend of mine liked the world I built so much, he decided to write a story based off the world.
This is the story before the board died. Its a very interesting story and I suggest giving it a read.
I have rights to the world, he has rights to the story.
Outcast is my old Username.
His is Leonise.
/ 3:30 ST, Unknown Battle Field /1(1)
Silence. Total silence. Not a single sound is made only the injured are still groaning in pain.
Everyone is looking at seven figures standing in the middle of the field.
The first figure was a man completely covered in blue and silver armour, the armour around his joints in the arm and legs were blue and angular, matching the spaulders on his shoulders. His waist was lined with segmented blue metal, while his chest piece was covered in silver. A rectangular blue shield rimmed with a silver metal was in his left hand; jutting outward of a massif blue crystal were 2 white horns, curved upward in such a way so that the shield could be used as a weapon. The horns was made of the same material as his greaves and his gauntlets. In his right hand was a massif glowing lance of silver. His blue helmet covered almost his entire face, you can just see his eyes, these turquoise eyes were filled with a deep sorrow. He was Valderin, general of the Azlordium's.
On his right side stands a female covered in red. Her waist and arms were covered in a red thick leather, her legs however were covered with light dark red armour. Her breastplate was connected with a long, wide flowing blood red cloak. Unlike Valderin's armour her's was more round and less thick, the thickest piece of armour were her gauntlets. In her hands were a pair crescent moon knives. Around her head; is only a light red headband to keep her long, unruly blond hair under control. Her emerald eyes were brimming with a passion for life. She was Elshira; general of the Arborian tribe.
At the left side of Valderin stands a old man. He wears a green tunic with dark brow leather pants. He wears a white breastplate; jutting out of the top sides of the breastplate, over his shoulders, are 3 white spikes, shaped like feathers. Connected to each of his wrist are two black metal bands , two small holes exist in each band : the spots where wrist bound spikes would extent. His long black bangs covers his eyes, yet you'll have the feeling that he's staring into your very soul. He's Angulum, general of the Pandorin.
Standing next to him was a tall, imposing man clad in dark blue metal, curvy sapphire designs adorned the armour on his legs and arms, his black breast armour was rimmed with white lines, designed as if the lines were waves. His helmet was shaped like a wolves head complete with a furry mane that extents in a cloak. In his right hand lies a double headed spear of white and silver. Underneath his helmet you can see a pair of quite blue eyes. He was Ikiyak, Auroria 's general.
Next to Ikiyak stands a man wearing only cloth. His sand brow vest was rimmed with a white line; he wears a yellow waistband, that matches his leg warmers. A dark brown ragged scarf was wrapped around his neck. In both hand he held curved blades of Copper, a smaller blade that curves in the opposite direction of the main blades, comes out both hilts. His arms were wrapped in thick bandages, the same with his head, the only thing you could see was one red eye burning with a desire to protect his people. He's Zandorin, general of the Lomin.
A bare-chested man stands at the right side of Zandorin. His ragged moss green pants are held up with a black thick rope. Both hands are covered in bandages, another bandage acts like a headband. The only piece of armour on his person were his iron greaves. A massif iron war hammer was resting on his shoulder. Thick grey hairs adore his head in gravity defying spikes. the feature that stand the most out were is yellow eyes glowing with imperishable fighting spirit. His name was Arai, general of tribe Zartozia.
The final figure was a small boy. Yet with one look at him you can see he is the most dangerous. The only clothing on him were a slim white gi and black pants. Instead of a weapon, the boy wears two bracelets with several crystal attached to them. If you look at his eyes you see not the innocent eyes of a child; but haunting grey eyes of someone who has seen too much and has done too much. He was Devano, Marmurio's young general. (2)
At that moment everyone was thinking the same thing : this is going to be a battle of epic propositions, never before in history did the seven generals battle at the same time. If at a skirmish a tribe has his general with him, that tribe would dominate the battle; two generals facing of against each other was rare but not unheard of but all seven generals at the same time? Never, even not in once wildest dream would they battle, because the people all knew what awesome power the generals wield, all that power unleashed in one battle…total destruction, no survivors.
People starting silently praying to the six giants(3) that they would live, but they all knew they would be the first ones to die.
They were wrong.
As on man all the generals let their weapons fall to the ground. Confusion was spreading like a wildfire through the battlefield, before the people could ask what was happening, Valderin started speaking.
"Brothers and sisters hear us out."
"Us generals have spoken with each other…" said Ikiyak.
"…And we have come to this conclusion…" said Angulum completing Ikiyak's sentence.
"This war has destroyed to much." Came the soothing voice of Elshira.
"Too many people have dead, too much destruction of our planet." Arai was the one to speak this time.
"So much sorrow, so much pain even the Dusk (4) can feel it." Said the Zandorin.
"Our very existence of being is fading…This war has gone on long enough." Even though Devano whispered this everyone could hear it.
Together they shout "This war…it ends now! "
Once again there was total silence. Then one by one every man, every woman dropped their weapon. For the first time in a long, long time there was cheering, shouts of happiness, tears of joy. The War Between Blood was finally over.
They cleared up the dead and the Aurorian's, the once with the most experience in healthcare, treated the injured and ill. Everyone worked together to try to clean up the mess the war made.
After everything was done. They decided that the area they battled in has suffered enough. Even though they tried very hard, they couldn't erase the scars in the landscape that the war brought. "This land" they said "will never be used for battle ever again, this land will from now off one be called : The Eden Fields." And so it was even though some tribes still have grudges and small skirmishes they would never battle on The Eden Fields, not even the Dusk come here, they could feel all the pain and sorrow at the field and the avoid it at all costs.
The tribes each decided that they would all live at separate area's.
The Marurio decided to go back were everything began, The Crystal Caverns. These caves would be their homes for many centuries to come.
The Azlordium's found their home at a abounded city, just outside of the Crystal Caverns. They called their home The Neo Ruins.
Auroria has enough with all the other tribes and went to the North, they found icy mountains and rocky ranges, for any other tribe a dangerous barren place. For them this was home, the called this land The Shothwhile Cliffs.
An massif land filled with millions of gigantic trees was the home of the Arborians. The Weven Wood.
Angulum has found trough his long life a beautiful place near the sea, grassy plains and hills as far as the eye could see. He decided that this would be the home of the Pandorin's. He calls this place The Moren Fields.
The Lomin had no need for a new home, their desert was good enough, Zandorin did want name for it so the desert became The Sielen Dunes.
He Zartonian were a tribe did loved fishing and eating fish so a swampy territory was perfect for them, The Booth Wetlands became their new home.
***
Authors notes.
Wow…my first chapter of my first story and let me tell you it's going to be a big one.
First things first this world, the dusk creatures and pretty much the whole concept is owned by Outcast he said I could use it for this story. The seven generals are mine though… Man writhing a story is harder then I thought.
(1) Ok instead of AM and PM I use SunTime(ST) and NightTime(NT) so don't get confused k?
(2)Even though I worked so hard on their character designs I don't think I'm going to use the seven generals anymore in later chapters…such a shame…
(3) More information regarding the giants next chapter.
(4)If you want information regarding the Dusk Creatures well…you should read the next chapters XD.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed the prologue c ya next time.
~*Leonise*~
Posting more as I go.
This story was based off a old RP I use to run on my own forum before it went up in flames. I built its world, laws and so on. A friend of mine liked the world I built so much, he decided to write a story based off the world.
This is the story before the board died. Its a very interesting story and I suggest giving it a read.
I have rights to the world, he has rights to the story.
Outcast is my old Username.
His is Leonise.
Chapter 1 : Prologue
/ 3:30 ST, Unknown Battle Field /1(1)
Silence. Total silence. Not a single sound is made only the injured are still groaning in pain.
Everyone is looking at seven figures standing in the middle of the field.
The first figure was a man completely covered in blue and silver armour, the armour around his joints in the arm and legs were blue and angular, matching the spaulders on his shoulders. His waist was lined with segmented blue metal, while his chest piece was covered in silver. A rectangular blue shield rimmed with a silver metal was in his left hand; jutting outward of a massif blue crystal were 2 white horns, curved upward in such a way so that the shield could be used as a weapon. The horns was made of the same material as his greaves and his gauntlets. In his right hand was a massif glowing lance of silver. His blue helmet covered almost his entire face, you can just see his eyes, these turquoise eyes were filled with a deep sorrow. He was Valderin, general of the Azlordium's.
On his right side stands a female covered in red. Her waist and arms were covered in a red thick leather, her legs however were covered with light dark red armour. Her breastplate was connected with a long, wide flowing blood red cloak. Unlike Valderin's armour her's was more round and less thick, the thickest piece of armour were her gauntlets. In her hands were a pair crescent moon knives. Around her head; is only a light red headband to keep her long, unruly blond hair under control. Her emerald eyes were brimming with a passion for life. She was Elshira; general of the Arborian tribe.
At the left side of Valderin stands a old man. He wears a green tunic with dark brow leather pants. He wears a white breastplate; jutting out of the top sides of the breastplate, over his shoulders, are 3 white spikes, shaped like feathers. Connected to each of his wrist are two black metal bands , two small holes exist in each band : the spots where wrist bound spikes would extent. His long black bangs covers his eyes, yet you'll have the feeling that he's staring into your very soul. He's Angulum, general of the Pandorin.
Standing next to him was a tall, imposing man clad in dark blue metal, curvy sapphire designs adorned the armour on his legs and arms, his black breast armour was rimmed with white lines, designed as if the lines were waves. His helmet was shaped like a wolves head complete with a furry mane that extents in a cloak. In his right hand lies a double headed spear of white and silver. Underneath his helmet you can see a pair of quite blue eyes. He was Ikiyak, Auroria 's general.
Next to Ikiyak stands a man wearing only cloth. His sand brow vest was rimmed with a white line; he wears a yellow waistband, that matches his leg warmers. A dark brown ragged scarf was wrapped around his neck. In both hand he held curved blades of Copper, a smaller blade that curves in the opposite direction of the main blades, comes out both hilts. His arms were wrapped in thick bandages, the same with his head, the only thing you could see was one red eye burning with a desire to protect his people. He's Zandorin, general of the Lomin.
A bare-chested man stands at the right side of Zandorin. His ragged moss green pants are held up with a black thick rope. Both hands are covered in bandages, another bandage acts like a headband. The only piece of armour on his person were his iron greaves. A massif iron war hammer was resting on his shoulder. Thick grey hairs adore his head in gravity defying spikes. the feature that stand the most out were is yellow eyes glowing with imperishable fighting spirit. His name was Arai, general of tribe Zartozia.
The final figure was a small boy. Yet with one look at him you can see he is the most dangerous. The only clothing on him were a slim white gi and black pants. Instead of a weapon, the boy wears two bracelets with several crystal attached to them. If you look at his eyes you see not the innocent eyes of a child; but haunting grey eyes of someone who has seen too much and has done too much. He was Devano, Marmurio's young general. (2)
At that moment everyone was thinking the same thing : this is going to be a battle of epic propositions, never before in history did the seven generals battle at the same time. If at a skirmish a tribe has his general with him, that tribe would dominate the battle; two generals facing of against each other was rare but not unheard of but all seven generals at the same time? Never, even not in once wildest dream would they battle, because the people all knew what awesome power the generals wield, all that power unleashed in one battle…total destruction, no survivors.
People starting silently praying to the six giants(3) that they would live, but they all knew they would be the first ones to die.
They were wrong.
As on man all the generals let their weapons fall to the ground. Confusion was spreading like a wildfire through the battlefield, before the people could ask what was happening, Valderin started speaking.
"Brothers and sisters hear us out."
"Us generals have spoken with each other…" said Ikiyak.
"…And we have come to this conclusion…" said Angulum completing Ikiyak's sentence.
"This war has destroyed to much." Came the soothing voice of Elshira.
"Too many people have dead, too much destruction of our planet." Arai was the one to speak this time.
"So much sorrow, so much pain even the Dusk (4) can feel it." Said the Zandorin.
"Our very existence of being is fading…This war has gone on long enough." Even though Devano whispered this everyone could hear it.
Together they shout "This war…it ends now! "
Once again there was total silence. Then one by one every man, every woman dropped their weapon. For the first time in a long, long time there was cheering, shouts of happiness, tears of joy. The War Between Blood was finally over.
They cleared up the dead and the Aurorian's, the once with the most experience in healthcare, treated the injured and ill. Everyone worked together to try to clean up the mess the war made.
After everything was done. They decided that the area they battled in has suffered enough. Even though they tried very hard, they couldn't erase the scars in the landscape that the war brought. "This land" they said "will never be used for battle ever again, this land will from now off one be called : The Eden Fields." And so it was even though some tribes still have grudges and small skirmishes they would never battle on The Eden Fields, not even the Dusk come here, they could feel all the pain and sorrow at the field and the avoid it at all costs.
The tribes each decided that they would all live at separate area's.
The Marurio decided to go back were everything began, The Crystal Caverns. These caves would be their homes for many centuries to come.
The Azlordium's found their home at a abounded city, just outside of the Crystal Caverns. They called their home The Neo Ruins.
Auroria has enough with all the other tribes and went to the North, they found icy mountains and rocky ranges, for any other tribe a dangerous barren place. For them this was home, the called this land The Shothwhile Cliffs.
An massif land filled with millions of gigantic trees was the home of the Arborians. The Weven Wood.
Angulum has found trough his long life a beautiful place near the sea, grassy plains and hills as far as the eye could see. He decided that this would be the home of the Pandorin's. He calls this place The Moren Fields.
The Lomin had no need for a new home, their desert was good enough, Zandorin did want name for it so the desert became The Sielen Dunes.
He Zartonian were a tribe did loved fishing and eating fish so a swampy territory was perfect for them, The Booth Wetlands became their new home.
***
Authors notes.
Wow…my first chapter of my first story and let me tell you it's going to be a big one.
First things first this world, the dusk creatures and pretty much the whole concept is owned by Outcast he said I could use it for this story. The seven generals are mine though… Man writhing a story is harder then I thought.
(1) Ok instead of AM and PM I use SunTime(ST) and NightTime(NT) so don't get confused k?
(2)Even though I worked so hard on their character designs I don't think I'm going to use the seven generals anymore in later chapters…such a shame…
(3) More information regarding the giants next chapter.
(4)If you want information regarding the Dusk Creatures well…you should read the next chapters XD.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed the prologue c ya next time.
~*Leonise*~
Posting more as I go.